To escape from the extreme temperatures, plan to spend some time indoors with the latest issue of damselfly press. We’re eager for you to dive into the story “Things We Think About When We Drown,” and submerge yourselves in the refreshingly unique poems we’ve selected. “SOLSTICE” reinforces this dreamy, lingering time of year, and asks […]
SOLSTICE
She is happy her father has come without excuse.
Against glowing moths and Milky Way, they collect
flashlight, matchbook, the box of fireworks.
And since he is happy, they sing and arrange
cardboard tubes, volcanoes named jade garden,
butterfly burst, stairs to heaven
in the middle of the gravel drive –- silver
and orange fountains repeat and fizzle.
The girl hops and gasps. […]
Things We Think About When We Drown
My grandmother drowned twice, and both times she fought her way back up to the surface.
The first time, it was mid-summer, 1952. The whole of northern Minnesota was struck by a heat wave that wilted everything but the desire for water. Nowhere was hit harder than Abilene. […]
